My first Time71
I was working my usual job at the feed & grain store in town. It had been in business since before I was born, owned for the last twenty years of so by man and wife who lived outside of town on some acreage. The husband was killed by a drunk driver several years before my seventeenth year. His widow, Rose, decided to hold onto the store but sold their acreage after having an apartment constructed in the back loft area of the large, barn like structure which housed the store. Rose was in her...